The scar-faced man and the tiger with a severed arm lay on the ground, gasping for life.
Su Mo then turned to Feng Baichuan and the others:
"What do you want to ask?"
Feng Baichuan's gaze was stern, his tone sharp as a blade: "The whereabouts of our grand-uncle master."
Su Mo quirked an eyebrow, but then he heard Liu Mo hastily say:
"If you put it that way, Su, the Chief of the Escort, might misunderstand. In any case, let Su, the Chief, perform first.
"Later on, we will explain everything from the beginning."
"So be it."
Su Mo nodded, indeed he could understand why Liu Mo was so urgent.
Zhen Xiaoxiao slapped the scar-faced man so hard that he was left half-dead.
Sitting down heavily, she almost drained the remaining half of his life.
If they didn't ask now, would they still be okay if he died on the spot in a short while?
Su Mo squatted down, not asking further, just took the scar-faced man's hand.
